Several years ago, a surgeon/turkey hunting buddy of mine was telling me about a day in the O.R. where the surgical team was talking about turkey hunting and opening day the comming weekend while scrubbing up. They had talked about how tough it was to kill one and all that could go comically wrong. The Anesthetist was from Central America and asked what this "turkey" was and how to hunt one. He said that he owned about 100 acres fairly close by in a river bottom and figured he had some on his land. Well they told him the basics of how to roost a bird, set up on him, and basic calling. He didn't offer to take anyone with him, so they left him to his first hard lesson in humility. Well, Monday Morning came around and the conversation turned to all the "one that got away" stories of the previous weekend when the Anes. showed up. They asked him how his weekend went and, in his broken english, he replied "No challenge! I did what you told me. He gobbled, I called, he came, I shot, it was over. I don't see what the big deal is. I won't go back--no fun." So, I guess what I'm saying is that while I got a bird one day last year before I could sit down good, I didn't have time to enjoy the hunt. Its a good memory and a short sweet story, but I still love the chase!